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 Burkina 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Faust,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.