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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Monks,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.