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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.