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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.