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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.