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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.