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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.