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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.