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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.