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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.