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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.