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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Wake,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.