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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.