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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.