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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.