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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.