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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.