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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Television,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.