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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.