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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Visage,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.