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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Josef K,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.