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 Spain 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
PIL,
Organ,
Cameo,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.