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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
The Move,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.