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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.