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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 10cc to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.