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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.