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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.