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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Television,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Can,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.