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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
JFA,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.