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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.