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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
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.