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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.