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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.