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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Sparks,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.