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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
New Order,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.