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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.