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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.