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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
the Association,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.