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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.