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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.