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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.