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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Television,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.