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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.