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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.