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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Names,
Japan,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.