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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
X-101,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.