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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.