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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.