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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Darondo to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.