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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Television,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.