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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.