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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.