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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Franke,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.