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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.