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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.