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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Crime,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Scion,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.