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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
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 Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Scion,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.