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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.