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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.