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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Index,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Television,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.