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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.