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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
10cc,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.