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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.