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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.