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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.