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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.