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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.