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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.