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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.