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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Franke,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.