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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.