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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.