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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.