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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.