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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Index,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.