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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
UT,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Faust,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.