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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.