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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.