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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Slave,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
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