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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Cybotron,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Gong,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.