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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 X-102 to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.