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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Nas,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
JFA,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.