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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.