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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Can,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.