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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ronnie Foster 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.