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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Wings,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
June Days,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.