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 Seychelles 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.