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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.