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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.