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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.