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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.