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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Gong,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.