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 Sudan and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.