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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.