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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.