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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
New Order,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.