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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Sound,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.