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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.