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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.