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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.