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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.