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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.