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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Monks,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Slave,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.