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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.