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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.