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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.