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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.