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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
The Litter,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.