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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Germs to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.