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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
10cc,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.