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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.