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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.