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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.