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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.