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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.