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 Uganda and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slits to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Move,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.