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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.