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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.