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 Honduras 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.