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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Slave,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.