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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.