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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.