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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.