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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.