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 China and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.