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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.