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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.