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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.