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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.