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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.