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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.