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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.