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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.