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 Kazakhstan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.