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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Monks,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.