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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.