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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.