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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.