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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.