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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.