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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.