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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.