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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.