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 Slovenia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.