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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.