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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.