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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.