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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.