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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.