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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.