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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.