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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.