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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.