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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.