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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.