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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.