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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.