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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.