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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.