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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.