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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.