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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.