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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 World's Most 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.