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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.