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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.