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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.