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 Israel 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.