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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.