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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.