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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.