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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
UT,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.