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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.