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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.