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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Wings,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Scion,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.