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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Swans,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.