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 Japan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Half Japanese 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.