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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.