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 Azerbaijan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.