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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.