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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.