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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
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.