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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.