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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.