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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.