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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.