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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Names,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.