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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.