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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.