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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.