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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.