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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.