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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.