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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.