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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.