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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Japan,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.