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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.