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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
The Move,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.