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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.