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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.