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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.