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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Gong,
Section 25,
New Order,
Fear,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.