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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.