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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.