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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.