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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.