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 Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 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?
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.