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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.