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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.