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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.