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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.