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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Nas,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.