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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.