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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.