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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.