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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.