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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.