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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.