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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Inner City,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
X-101,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.