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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.