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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.