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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.