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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.