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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Ossler,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.