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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.