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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.