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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.