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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.