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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
DNA,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.