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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.