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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.