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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.