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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.