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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.