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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.