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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Crime,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.