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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.