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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.