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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.