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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.