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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Magazine to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.