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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.