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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.