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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.