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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
The Index,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
New Order,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.