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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Move to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.