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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.