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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Black Dice 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.