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 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jandek,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.