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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.