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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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 Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.