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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.