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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.