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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.