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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.