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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.