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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.