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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.