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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
X-101,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.