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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.