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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.