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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.