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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.