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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Hoover,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Franke,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.