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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.