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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.