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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.