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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.