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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.