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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.