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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Doors to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.