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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.