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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.