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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.