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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.