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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Outsiders 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Nas,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Rekid,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.