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 Thailand 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.