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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.