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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Organ,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.