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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Organ,
Japan,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.