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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.