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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.