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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.