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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.