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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.