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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.