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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.