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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.