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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.