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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Model 500,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.