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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.