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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
JFA,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.