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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
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.