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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.