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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.