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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.