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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.