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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
X-102,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.