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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.