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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.