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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Crime,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.