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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.