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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.