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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.