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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.