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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.