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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
PIL,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
JFA,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.