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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.