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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Pole,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Moebius,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.