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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Rekid,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.