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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
cv313,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.