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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.