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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.