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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Can,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.