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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.