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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Visage,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.