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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.