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 Colombia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Zapp,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.