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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.