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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.