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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.