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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.