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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Pylon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.