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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.