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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.