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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
X-101,
Crime,
Swans,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.