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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.