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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
PIL,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.