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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.