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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Skaos 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.