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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Magma,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Gong,
Roxette,
the Normal,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.