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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Smog,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.