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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.