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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.