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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.