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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.