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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.