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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.