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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Television,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Wire,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.