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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.