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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.