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 India and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.