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 Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.