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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
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.