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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.