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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.