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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.