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 Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Urselle,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.