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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.