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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The Index,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.