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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.