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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cure to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
UT,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.