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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.