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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.