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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.