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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.