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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Skaos,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.