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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.