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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.