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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Sonics 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.