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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.