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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.