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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Monks,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.