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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.