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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Skriet to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.