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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
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You don't know what you really want.
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