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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.