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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.