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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.