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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.