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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.