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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.