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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.