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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.