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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.