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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.