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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.