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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.