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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Q65,
The Fall,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.