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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.