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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance 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?
Alphaville,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.