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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Monks,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.