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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.