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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Television,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.