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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.