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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
X-101,
Magazine,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.