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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.