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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
ABC,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.