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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.