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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.