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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.