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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.