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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
June Days,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.