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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
AZ,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Television,
Urselle,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.