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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.