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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.