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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.