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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.