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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.