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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.