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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.