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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.