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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Prince Buster 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Wire,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.