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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.