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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.