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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.