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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.