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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.