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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.