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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.