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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Gong,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.