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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
the Association,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.