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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.