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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Wire,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
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.