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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Nico,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.