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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Smiths to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.