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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.