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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Leaves,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Can,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.