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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.