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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
UT,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.