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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
X-102,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.