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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.