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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.