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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.