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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
ABBA,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.