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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.