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 Zambia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.