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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Visage,
The Names,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
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.