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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Can to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.