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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
MDC,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
JFA,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.