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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
X-101,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.