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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.