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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.