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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fall,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.