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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.