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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.