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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.