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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Whodini to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.