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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Wake to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.