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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ludus 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.