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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.