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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.