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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.