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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Q65,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.