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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.