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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
MC5,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A 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.