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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Can,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.