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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.