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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.