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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Organ,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.