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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Index,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Swans,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.