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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
UT,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.