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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.