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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.