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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Nas,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.