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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.