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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.