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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club 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 funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Rekid,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Swans,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.