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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.