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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.