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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
June Days,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.