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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.