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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Unwound,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.