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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Suicide,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.