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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.