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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Names,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.