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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.