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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.