Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.