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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.