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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.