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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.