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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.