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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.