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 China and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.