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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.