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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.