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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Swans,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.