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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.