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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.