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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.