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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.