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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Gong,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.