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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.