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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Faust,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.