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 Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.