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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Can,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.