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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Bill Wells,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.