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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.