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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.