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 Fiji 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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.