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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.