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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.