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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.