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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.