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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.