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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
UT,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.