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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.