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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Neu!,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.