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 Estonia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.