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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.