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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.