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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Technova,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.