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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.