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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Names,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.