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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.