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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.