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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.