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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.