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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.