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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.