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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.