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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.